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From: oohhhzone@aol.com (Oohhhzone)
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Subject: repost:male call
Date: 28 Jul 1995 09:04:12 -0400
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this is a story a guy told me a while back...... it was so hot, I had to
share it
The usual disclaimers apply.....Republican assholes need not read any
further, nor should uptight persons of any stripe
At last I had done it....got the nerve to call an escort service,
and ask for a Male escort. Now I waited here in my cheap
off-the-strip motel; waited for "Jerry" to arrive.
The lady on the end of the line had been nice, and to my relief,
non-judgmental and didn't ask my name, to which I would have lied
anyway. As I had on the form in the motel office. She had answered
my questions; yes, we have male escorts...yes, some of them will
"entertain" men.....well there's Sammy, he's 5'8", brown hair 156#.
Too small, I thought. John is 6'0" even...Very good-looking, but he
is busy til later. Jerry is free, and you said you
liked blonds? He works part-time, and to-nite he could see you.
After hanging up, I took a second shower, wanting to be right for my
first man, and feeling like I was sweating gallons. I took his call
wrapped in a towel, looking at my reflection in a mirror. I
stammered thru a 2-minute call, knowing I was making an ass of
myself. He sounded nice, tho, and he told me to relax , and fix us
a drink, or something.
I had just finish rolling one when the knock came. I opened the
door to the most beautiful man I could have imagined. "May I?", he
smiled as he brush past me into the room. "I have to see the fee
money up front", he said apologetically. I fumbled it out of my
wallet as he dialed his dispatcher that all was ok. I handed him a
coke and said I hoped he liked reefer. Only good stuff, he told me with a
smile, and I relaxed a little. He lit the joint I
handed him, and we sat down together on the 2-man couch, and made
small-talk. "don't
worry about the hourly rate. I don't keep close track, so just relax, and
don't think about
the money." I wasn't...I was thinking about his lean, muscular frame, and
those sexy legs,
and those tight shorts. But I thanked him, and said I had never done this
before. He took a
toke, exhaled, and said that was his favorite type of client, and that my
good looks was a
plus. I thanked him, but said I was a lump of coal to his diamond. What
did he see in me
that looked good. "Your face is friendly, and your ass has a nice swing to
it. I blushed then
and asked what he thought of my outfit. He laughed...I was still wearing
my towel. "Stand
up and model it" So I did , feeling silly, and ...girlish, ready to do
whatever he said. Nice,
very nice, he said and how did I like his clothes? "they would look better
on the floor", I said.
At that he stood up, crushed out the J, and said I would have to take care
of that
matter myself."But first", he continued, as he removed my towel, I'll take
care of this . He
turned back to me, and I started undoing his shirt buttons, as he rubbed
my shoulders with
his strong hands. A little downward pressure, and i sunk to my knees, as
he shed his shirt.
I looked up into his eyes as i undid his fly, pulled down on the zipper,
and started as his
semi-hard cock fell out of his pants...no underwear, good. His cock was
inches from my
face; he told me to look at it, look closely for the first time at another
man's equipment. You
like it, don't you? I shook my head yes; my mouth was dry, I couldn't
talk. He guided my
hand to it, and I stroked him lightly. "Harder, you know how much pressure
you use when
you masturbate, like that......very good, Greg."
I saw a drop form on the head...it glistened in the lamplight. I leaned
forward, and
rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips. His pre-cum formed a string
from my mouth to
his cock, and the ice was broken. I licked the string into my mouth as I
moved forward
again. I licked at his pee-hole, I put the head in my mouth. He moaned
slighttly as he
maneuvered my head with his right hand. My own right hand was caressing
his buns; firm
and tight, with no tan-lines. Smooth to my touch, in the same silken way
as his manhood
felt in my mouth. After a few minutes maybe, as i had lost track of time,
he pulled my head
away. I surprised myself by trying to lean forward to keep it from leaving
my mouth. " I
could cum in a minute, Greg if that is what you want." I want more I said.
"I want to kiss
your ass!"
Had I gone to far? Look at it first, he said as he smiled and turned away
from
me.Tell me does it look good? "Oh Yes!", I said, "It looks delicious!" Are
you hungry? he
asked me, do you want to eat my ass? I rubbed my face against his tanned
buns, savoring
the faint smell of sweat and sexual arousal. He wanted me, I could feel
it, and the thought
made me giddy with forbidden lust. my lips brushed his buns as I moved to
the crack
separating them. I pushed inward, my nose slipping between his cheeks, til
it came to rest
on his anus. With my hands on his hips, I rubbed up , then down, then up
again across his
asshole, surrendering my dignity. Then I let my tongue slip out, and it
flicked across the
same territory. Jerry pointed out that he could see by our reflection in
the mirror that he
was giving me pleasure. "Taste it, Greg, taste inside my ass-hole" I
complied eagerly,
fucking him with my tongue, straining to push it into his ass-hole. He
bent slightly at the
hips, allowing me more access, and suddenly I felt his sphincter muscles
quiver as i made
contact with them. I was in heaven! Jerry's ass-hole was my heaven, where
I wanted to
spend eternity. My hands found his cock, and I began to jack him off,
getting back to full
hardness. Eat me, eat my ass-hole, he said. My tongue was pushing in and
out faster and
faster. I could see myself in the mirror...I saw him there, too. Our eyes
locked as I
worshipped my god, my hero, my lover. Suddenly he jerked...I felt his cumm
shoot onto
my hand. I rubbed it off on his cock as I milked him dry. I pulled my head
back from his
ass, and he turned around. Smiling , he said "You made a mess , greg." I
started licking his
shaft, tasting his cum, giving myself over to my rented lover. Your turn
he said, leading me
to the bed, and laying me on my back. He leaned over , and started giving
me head,
wonderful, talented head. Then he shifted, and threw his left leg over my
head, and settled
his penis onto my face, rubbing it across my mouth, nose and eyes as he
sucked on me.
I felt my own orgasm nearing, and i said, almost too loud, " I wanna suck
your ass
while I cum!" He brought his nether mouth closer, and I pulled him to me,
lifting my face
up and shoving my tongue into his waiting hole. Then his finger entered my
own cherry
ass, and he started matching his in-and-out motion to the rhythm of my
shameless tongue.
I came like a rocket...3 full squirts into his mouth. He turned around
then, as I lay helpless,
and I saw that he hadn't swallowed it all. Our lips met, my mouth opened
to receive my
own cum. I t was glorious, my legs wrapped around his thighs. I wanted to
be his slut! But
I saw the clock....an hour and a half had passed. It couldn't be! I wanted
more, so much
more!
"How long can you stay, Jerry?" he rolled off of me and said, as he relit
our
joint,"You were my only call today, and I'm off duty as soon as I call
in." So, all night sound
good? Tears filled my eyes as I answered yes. Good , he said as he kissed
them away, and
handed the roach. Buy me dinner, and we'll come back and see if you can't
lose your
cherry".
With that, he rolled over and got the phone, and dialed his service. His
buns, mine
for the night were too beautiful to ignore. I moved down and buried my
tongue in his ass-
hole as he spoke into the receiver, one hand stroking my hair, pulling me
tight against him.